Poetic Sound (On Hold)

Chapter 9 Greetings

Jeremy and I took the stairs to my room. It had to be the most annoying thing in the world to walk up those things. Why do they even need this huge house? It's only my mother and my father... And their maids and whatnot, but they definitely do not need this place.

My room is on the third floor, and that's a long ass walk upstairs. Jeremy has to walk these stairs every day so of course, he was without any complaints, but I groaned every time I stumbled, which was a lot. Now, I may be exaggerating, but I don't care. Pulling me out of my habitat calls for destruction... So far the only destruction that has been done to my feet. And my happiness.

By the time we got to my room, I was bored out of my mind. A big, black suitcase was standing next to the red oak door. There are only 4 rooms on this floor. Each of them absolutely huge.

Jeremy grabbed the suitcase which is mine and opened the door to the room. It took a moment, but this isn't the room I had as a child, and that didn't make me happy in the slightest. While Jeremy started putting my clothes away, I stood in the doorway looking around.

I'm not even going to bother describing just how bland of a room it is. A bed was in the center of the back wall. There was a vanity and a desk. And straight across from the door is a window. The room was a bunch of neutral colors and browns. Nothing nice, nothing exciting. Just a room.

The lack of color drained the energy from my soul. Seriously, my life span divided in half from how depressing the room is. Or maybe I'm just depressing?

"Dinner will be ready at 6," said Jeremy as he left.

Dinner.

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6 o'clock. Dinner time. "Family" time. The fact that my present will be here only makes me hate this even more. Just what every 17-year old wants, a plane ticket to move in with the devil and whatever else some 1800's English woman could possibly think of.

Nothing changed in the time spent lying on this boring bed in this boring room. The colors were still gross, the room was still huge, and there was still too much space. On my body were the same clothes I arrived in and the same shoes that tried to make my feet fall off.

A doorbell rang. Upsy daisy. This room is terrible. I need to get out of here.

On the 2nd floor is a library which is my current destination, or was. Melony's voice carried up the stairs and rang through my now empty head.

I made the trip downstairs again and tried to keep quiet about my complaints.

"Oh my, it is just so exciting to finally see my little sister after all these years," an unfamiliar voice said. Little sister? Oh.

"Natalie?" I gasped as I reached the bottom of Hell's staircase.

"Oh my." Her eyes shown with tears. "Delilah." In the following instant, I was pulled into a tight hug that felt more like a car running into me. "It is so good to see you again."

Well, this is awkward. I let out an uncomfortable laugh before saying squeaking out a small "Hi."

Her arms dropped from around me and I realized that she held a dress in her hand. My body swayed away from the dress.

"Here," she said, pushing it towards me. I jumped back. "Mother said you had no suitable clothing so I brought a dress for you."

"Mhm, I see." I glanced up to meet her beautiful green eyes. Everything about them showed just how kind and light spirited she is. The contrast between her eyes and her porcelain skin made her ever-present beauty stand out. Framing her face were curly locks of soft and luscious brown hair. As a child, I always felt so inferior to her beauty. Even now I can't help feeling so far from her brooding looks.